I am looking forward to wrapping up this week by taking the boys away for a night with a friend. I did manage to get one more event signed up, and a second tentatively, as long as I can get the publisher to give the go-a-head that I will have books in time. Details are on my events page.

I've been spending a little too much time reading as of late, and not enough on getting author events lined up, so my goal for the next month is to get my scheduled event up to 10. The publisher requires at least that many before they will take the book to print anyway. Right now I have 2 on the calendar, and another 3 without dates.

March 1st I can start writing book #3, since I was allowing myself some time to relax and take care of other things before starting the last of this series. I have other ideas for more fire fighter romance books, so no doubt there will be more to come.

Last week, I issued a challenge on my Facebook page for one or two sentences as a writing prompt. I'm gearing up to start writing book #3, and want to get a little practice writing done first.

Here's the prompt I got, and what I've written:
Sammy couldn't believe her best friend had just slapped her. It could only mean one of two things. Chelsea had either found out about Sammy ruining her favorite pair of $400 shoes, or she saw her with Chelsea's recent ex-boyfriend. 

Sammy rubber her cheek, feeling the sting of her friend's hand. "What was that for?" she asked.

Chelsea crossed her arms over her chest. "You know damn well what that was for."

"Is it about the shoes? I swear, I'll buy you a new pair, just as soon as I get my paycheck."

Chelsea let her arms fall. "What shoes?"

Sammy's eye brow shot up. "I guess that's not what the slap was for. Nevermind."

Chelsea sat down on the couch. "I thought I knew you better than this, Sam. It's only been two weeks since I broke up with Tommy, and then today I had to hear from Patty at work that she saw the two of you at the bar last night. I don't get it."

Sammy paced in front of the coffee table. "It's not what you think."

Chelsea gave a snort. "You have no idea what I think it is." She stood up and pointed at Sammy.
"For all I know, you could have been seeing him before we broke up."

"Chelsea, I wouldn't do that to you."

"But you would go out with my ex. I can't stay here with you any more. I'm moving out."

"Chelsea, you can't. Your name is on the lease."

Chelsea walked towards her room. "Good point. But your name isn't. I want you out by the end of the day. I can't believe I call you my friend." She stepped inside her room and closed the door.

Sammy looked at the closed door, debating if she should press Chelsea more and make her understand what had happened. It wasn't like she meant to see Tommy at the bar, but things did get out of hand. If it wasn't for the whiskey sours, she wouldn't have kissed him out on the dance floor and left the bar with him. Maybe she could call him, and convince him to talk Chelsea into letting her stay. 

Sammy went to her room and grabbed her purse. She was short on cash, but her credit card wasn't maxed out yet. She had a pair of shoes to buy, and hopefully convince her best friend that an old boyfriend wasn't worth ending their friendship.

This week brought a possible challenge to the release of my first book. The publisher has encountered some growing pains, and maybe be pushing back release dates on their June books. I don't know for sure yet if my book will be impacted by this, but will be sure to pass on the details of the publication date when I know.

I have been taking some time off from writing to focus on getting events lined up, and have a few more to add to my schedule.